User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110802212559/@comment-3135907-20110802215605

Vanku starts back in fear, but then his bravado returns to him. Once he's felt power, he'll never let it go. Not even to Wroc Caw. "Come, my fighters. Let us crush these fools! And hold Bazir down so I may slay him myself for his impudence. Kyarr!" A few crows awkwardly step forward, then go back to their perches. No bird wishes to face Wroc or Bazir. Strongwing jumps forward and gives a thrust with his beak. Vanku topples from the limb and plummets into a thorn bush. "Cawhawhaw! There is your mightiness, Vanku! Fool!" Strongwing bows before Wroc. "I serve thee, O Mighty Wing! May thy feathers be always shining and beautiful as always. Here come more of your fighters, Lord." A dozen more assorted blackbirds flap bedraggledly to the limb and perch there.